![]() ![]() In fact, “if he could get treatment for his addiction to alliteration,” this “prodigiously talented” misanthrope could one day even write a book worthy of the Booker Prize.īut what a wasted opportunity this first book is, said Chris Heath in GQ. “My birth almost kills my mother,” he writes, “for my head is too big.” That’s clever stuff. “Practically every paragraph has a line or two that demands to be read aloud” or “carved on tombstones.” He acknowledges his egocentricity from the start, said Terry Eagleton in The Guardian (U.K.). Autobiography is “petty bile raised to the level of madcap rapture,” and the only surprise about it is the consistent high quality of its dark humor. ![]() ![]() “If you were expecting a warm, cuddly Morrissey,” you’re probably not a true fan, said Rob Sheffield in Rolling Stone. ![]()
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